It had been months since she'd been in the woods around the lake, and that was even before she came through the rift. She doubts she'd recognize anything unless they hit the lake itself (which would be a mixed blessing, because it's not exactly a safe place to be at night and it's a good twenty miles from town). "I don't think so," she says. Then, for the sake of honesty, "I'm… not even completely sure I felt a bad spot. This whole place feels too close to a bad spot." She pats Bee's arm distractedly (though not so distracted that she doesn't double-check to make sure she's not too close to Simonides).

"I dunno," she mutters. "Anything look familiar to you?"